At the dining table, Zhao Chuan Guang bit into a steamed bun and sipped some porridge, his attention focused on his two sons. The elder son was handsome and already attending Harbin Institute of Technology, so there was no worry about him.
But looking at the younger son sipping porridge nonchalantly, there was worry. How come he still seems like he hasn't grown up?
Sixteen-year-old Zhao Lihui immediately straightened his posture under his father's gaze, though he felt uneasy inside. He really wondered if his dad had another crazy idea to trouble him.
"Most of the summer vacation is over now, I'm giving you both a task..."
Zhao Chuan Guang's words were cut short by a knock at the door, much to Zhao Lihui's delight, he planned to properly thank the unexpected guest, and he winked at his big brother...
"Godfather, godmother, it's me..."
"Uncle, it's me, Ping'an..."
